Rico Lyrics

Money drugs and guns

That's what the pretty bitches Want

I got it all

My people cant face the fact that imma dog

I fuck ha raw

If i dont nut up in that pussy

I dont need that bitch at all

Give her heart to my la ponta

But my dick up in ha walls

Shootouts broad day

Im tryna swing

And get it on

Vvs aroun my neck na i ca say that in my song

Got times that i was broke

Cause i went swinging w ole boy

Cut em off like it ain nothing

These bitches claim they my cousin

I just let that slide by i kno dem bitches tryna fuck me

Why niggas go cop a seven tryna sell it

Bitch go smoke that

Cause niggas like my brothers get Ah pound and they go blow that

Just keep it g

Niggas cant really fuck wit us

Nigga really cant fuck wit me

Swing the block ain no double dutch

Bounce back Head to the east

Niggas really be fuckin up

Dats why they so funny to me

Ion get it

You ain had enough

Nigga died den its rest in peace

Man at this point im just giving out t-shirts and fish fries

God want forgiveness but i dont so why the fuck is she crying

I don made ah bitch go lesbian from all that dick that she ride

I cant get enough from all the tears a nigga shed when we slide

I told them boys that they been pussy before i ate the beat

Give me a couple yea i get it gone before a fuckin week

I dont got no filter

Give a fuck

Thats why i picked the beat

Bitch let me talk my shit

Before i spazz and i go grab the heat

Niggas wan be dmg so bad dey gon come step to me

Talkin bout my brother

Bitch we sliding roun that bnb

Prollly out doing drills

And he lacked out

Boy wea the fuck yo heat

Make a nigga slide by

Doing drive-by's

Since nigga wan dat beef

Bitch you so stupid

I just ask for you to keep it g

Bat the fuck outta opp hoe

Get the drop nigga ain stoppin me

They do that bad

Why the fuck nigga tryna cop me

Bitch got me cutting up they don freed dee

Na nigga pushing p's

Trapping out the school

Bitch you kno that they cant fuck with us

We dont fuck with dude

If he sayin that he fuck with us

Give a fuck about the rules

Bitch you kno that we be cuttin up

This water ain pool

You cant dive in you dumb asf

Caught some niggas loafing thru that back street we don lit em up

Eraser make the gun jam up

Dont put it on we tryna blam some

Dee came home to ah bag

Most niggas they cant relate

They come home down bad

Imma make sho mines straight